Once we finally found the same day surgery center, we were treated like royalty...or lepers. They whisked us into our own waiting room. Dave was parking, I was carrying Jacob, pulling Marky and all the stuff in a wagon...all that I couldn't carry over my shoulder. Crazy!
It wasn't too long before Jacob was ready to eat. Dave and I passed him back and forth while we helped ready Marky for surgery...hold him while they did his IV...put on his gown&jammies...put a big X on his ear...etc.
Then they took Marky into the OR and we went to the waiting room...and waited...and waited...and waited...the surgery was scheduled to last 4.5 hours. But they thought it might be shorter. It wasn't. In fact it might have been longer. Jacob slept in the car seat next to me. Dave slept in the waiting room chair on my other side. I was supposed to be designing. But I was too stressed to design. Mostly I just chatted online.
Eventually they took us back to the recovery room. Marky was doing fine. Hurting some. They were giving him pain meds. He looked so cute: they had made a "ski mask" out of stockinette to cover his head so his dressings would stay on (and he couldn't get them off)
By late afternoon he was hurting again, so I asked them to get orders for more pain medication. They got some, but it took long enough that I put him on my lap in the rocking chair and rocked him. He settled down. So we did loritab rather than morphine. I'd been awake and sitting for so long I thought my behind would fall off.
They didn't plan to take care of him overnight. They planned on a nurse at the desk, but they expected us to actually take care of him. It took a while, but I insisted they bring someone in who would only be responsible for him. By 8 pm we finally left the hospital. We drove to Bountiful for a hotel we could afford, found some dinner at Village Inn and crashed in our room.
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